"I'll bring you out." Jeanne carried Monica up from the ground.
Fortunately, Monica still had a coat on her. At the very least, the flames did not burn her skin when she shuttled through the fire. Monica tightly hugged Jeanne's neck.
"This way!" Lucy was clearing the way for Jeanne.
Jeanne had not noticed that Lucy had followed her into the room, but she did not have time for words. The two of them worked together and rushed out of the banquet hall in the shortest time possible.
At that moment, a figure walked past them, seeming like an illusion. After all, everyone's only thought was to escape in moments like these.
After that figure rushed in, he suddenly rushed out again. He looked straight at the few figures in front of him. It was as if he had seen them clearly before he turned around and walked to the other side.
